They had been travelling for days – Eleven hadn’t given the signal to stop just yet, every once in a while the elegant stag would allow the group to rest and then start back up again. Journeys between lands can be quite risky, especially with very little weaponry, and who knows what kind of dark magic lies in the shadows. The group is made up of four, the old elk, the dog, the girl and the horse. There was not much to them, the only thing holding them together was the wise deer; Viola’s mother made him promise to not only get them there, but serve as sentinel for duration of their stay (or until directed otherwise by the mother).
“Can’t we stop now, El?” The blond nymph wipes a strand of pale hair from her face with a sigh. The elk smiles and lets a low chuckle escape him,
“Oh no. Not yet,” He breaths calmly, “But soon.” The elk steps out in front of the group and veers left, “This way children. Come with me.” And the group does so, the caravan first, with it’s carvings and colors all over its rather large enclosed cabin. The four wheels, sturdy and made of magic elven wood, granted by the Grandmother Tree herself (of their old home). The dog trails after, sniffing and bobbing through the grass and stones. Everybody is silent and observant for the last mile or so, until the elk lowers his head and stops. “Here.” His voice his gritty and strong. He’s led them to a small pocket of birch and willow trees that lays off to the side of a massive clearing. Raaki positions the large vessel strapped to him before Viola hops off and fiddles with his straps and harnesses.
“There you go buddy.” She whispers to the chocolate brown stallion with a soft stroke down his face. The wolf is at Viola’s heels with a curious look and her large black ears pressed eagerly forward.
“Here?” Her nose scrumples. “Did El say here…are you sure?” Viola nods with a smile. “Oh.” The wolf looks puzzled for a second before scampering off –
“Wait!” Viola runs after her a few strides. “Get a little wood for the fire when you come back.” The wolf nods and moves off quietly. The elk stands tall and still, as always; watching everything that stirs and rustles. The horse folds his legs beneath him, laying down for a peaceful and well deserved rest.
The girl, however, does not rest. She makes her way back to the stationary wagon and begins to pull blankets and big round stones from inside the caravan. She assembles a circular fire pit with a small impression in the earth, placing various sticks and dried moss. “There.” She breaths outward with satisfaction. She assembles the cooking pot and gathers the ingredients gathered throughout her travels, including rabbit meat, lettuce, sage, rosemary, potatoes, mushrooms, and a cornucopia of things like that. It is what her family used to call ‘Forest Soup’ and she finds it delicious!
Sunset is only two or three hours away. The air is quiet and the forest meadow animals are rather low activity on this particular afternoon. The elk watches and waits for something to catch his attention.
(OOC: first post. hope it's decent! c: btw the ‘caravan’ is a gypsy caravan wagon)
